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koreads · 7 months

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DRUNK! HAZEL.

PLOT: Hazel goes to a party and gets a little drunk, but her classmate takes good care of her.

thinking too much about college au, probably bc it's closer to what i'm living and i feel like college is a experience that's kinda of similar to everyone. anyway, enjoy hazel being a cutie while drunk.

The first time Hazel drank was on her last day of high school.

It was obviously PJ idea. The had a small liquor bottle and distributed to all of her friends. It was their last day, after all. "We survived high school" she said, everyone cheering up, drinking small shots and laughing because of the weird taste.

It didn't take too much time to get Hazel drunk, she was very lightweight and Drunk! Hazel was very emotional and clingy.

The girls took way too many videos of Hazel cuddling into them at random moments saying that she would miss them ( most of them were going to the same college, but no one had the chance to explain that to a crying Hazel), there were videos of Hazel crying because she did stomp on a ant or because she did drop Isabel's cell phone.

The next morning she woke up with her head hurting like a bitch, then promised herself to not drink ever again.

But, she was now at college. With all the parties, boredoom and stress, it was pretty much impossible to not drink, even if it was just a little and for distraction

She was at a frat party when she got drunk. She followed PJ and Josie again, Josie went to watch Isabel to perform with the cheer squad, PJ went to flirt with girls and Hazel was there because she had nothing better to do.

So, one beer, then another, and another. Then a couple of vodka shots, and then Hazel was at pool, very close to crying.

—Hey, are you okay? — a voice called behind her.

—I'm fine. —Hazel answered, sniffing —Just thinking about how sad a fish must be. Like, one moment you're swimming happily in the ocean and the next you're being served dinner at the Sushi Bar

—Oh, so you are drunk. —the voice mumbled, getting closer to Hazel. The owner of the voice was Y/N, the smart girl in her literature class.

—I'm not drunk, I'm Hazel. —and them she started sobbing again —I mean, I do know you, you're Y/N but I'm that much irrelevant that you don't even remeber my name? —At that Hazel was crying uncontrollably.

Y/N came closer to her, wrapping her arms around the girl shoulder, trying to calm her down.

—No, no. Hey, I do know you. —Y/N said, rubbing Hazel arms —You sit right at the front, last week you said some joke very quietly about Romeo and Juliet. I do remember that.

Hazel came back to her sniffling state, her nose running a little at Y/N jacket, but she didn't seem to care.

—Yes. I said something. —Hazel felt very calm at the sight of Y/N smiling —I'm hungry.

—Do you want to go get some food? —Y/N cleaned Hazel tears with the paws of her jacket, smiling a little more when the girl noded .

If earlier at that week someone told Hazel that she would be eating some chicken nuggets at Y/N car she wouldn't believe. Maybe she would think that it was her own dream, definitely not a real thing. But there she was. Her eyes puffy from all the crying, her nose running and sitting at the passenger seat of Y/N L/N, the smatest and prettiest girl at her literature class.

—Feeling better? —Y/N said, Hazel was too concentrated at eating and thinking, so she only noded as an answer. —Good. Now, let's take you to the pharmacy, get you some painkillers.

—I'm okay. Nothing is hurting.

—Your head will hurt in the morning. —Y/N answered, ruffling Hazel hair. —So, we'll get them and next we'll get you home.

She did exactly as she told, getting a box of painkiller and some Gatorade to Hazel, then leaving her in the appartment she lived with Sylvie.

—Can I kiss you? —Hazel blurted out, making Y/N gag on her Soda.

Obviously, sober Hazel wouldn't do that, but, the Clingy&Drunk Hazel did. That girl, who she barely knew, took care of her. She did buy Hazel food and pills, took her home, and looked beautiful doing all that.

—No, you can't. —Y/N said, Hazel did pout at answer. Feeling humiliated and the tears were about to get out —But you can ask me that any other day, when you're not drunk. I'll 100% say yes.

—Oh... —Hazel looked at the apartament building, playing with her fingers. —Can you kiss me on the cheek? Just the cheek. —So, Drunk!Hazel was also shameless. Clingy, emotional and shameless.

Y/N laughed, leaning in and kissing Hazel cheek then, opening the door for her.

—See you around, Hazel.

The next morning, Hazel woke up with a severe headache, mentally thanking Y/N for the medicine and a text message from an unknown number:

"hi, i hope you don't forget about asking for that kiss.

Y/n"

Hazel never got more happy about being drunk in her whole life.

#bottoms (2023)#hazel callahan #hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan drabble #hazel callahan x reader #ruby cruz #college au! hazel callahan

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 1 year

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Hi! I'm so glad to see you're accepting requests again.

If it's not too much trouble, and it's not against the rules, I would like a HC of Fuegoleon, Nozel, and William have an S/O who was previously in a toxic/abusive relationship prior to starting a relationship with them, and running into said ex who wants to restart relationship with said S/O.

Hiya~! ^^

Glad to hear that you're glad ^^ No worries, it's not against the rules. Hope you like these

Pairings: Fuegoleon x gn!reader, Nozel x gn!reader, William x gn!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: Hurt-comfort (?) Total length: ~1.8k Content warnings: Contains references/implied former toxic/abusive relationship between reader and their ex, reader experiences anxiety/uneasiness as a result of running into the ex, the ex used he/him pronouns, (though meant as a coincidence, some parts can be interpreted as stalker-ish behaviour on ex's part), the BC men are there to support/save reader from the situation at the end though, so happy ending

Fuegoleon

You’re out on the town, just spending time together on his day off. For a moment you wander closer to a small boutique as he wonders about which café to go to. And you hear someone calling you from the crowd, which causes you to instinctively turn your head towards the sound. But as you do, you instantly recognize your ex, and it makes your entire body tense up.

You left that relationship in the past for a good reason. For a very god damn good reason. And you never want to go back to it.

Plus, you’re happy with Fuegoleon. More than happy.

Thus, seeing your ex is one of the last things that you want to experience.

And yet, there he is. Casually coming up to you and starting to talk about how much he misses you and how you were the best thing to happen to him, and how he wants you back. Honestly, as he starts to ramble about how he has changed, you tune out, and all you can do is think about how you do not want to be there.

But Fuegoleon has been watching the entire exchange, which hasn’t taken more than some tens of seconds. And at first, the casual “hell” could simply have been an old acquaintance coming to greet you, which in itself wasn’t a cause for concern. However, as he sees your body tensing up, and hears the talk about “I want you back in my life,” it’s more than evident to him what’s going on.

He doesn’t want to cause a scene, however. It would just escalate the situation. So, he simply starts walking closer, and calls out with an audible, but not too loud voice: “My love, would you prefer a café or a restaurant?”

It causes both you and your ex to look towards him, and while relief settles in you, you can see your ex’s eyes shift between you and Fue.

There’s a wide variety of emotions flashing in your ex’s eyes, anger being one of them.

But as Fue wraps his arm around your middle and pulls you closer, making a clear gesture that you are together, your ex looks away and mutter something under his breath.

Lucky for you he’s not dumb enough to start a fight with a Magic Knight Captain.

“I’m happy where I am now,” you still say to your ex, mustering all your courage, which causes him to glare at you.

But as said, trying to battle with a Captain, and a Royal, is a losing battle for him. So, he mutters something else, and turns on his heels with hunched shoulders.

Fue then leans closer to whisper into your ear “are you alright?”

And honestly “I am, now that you are here,” you whisper back. Because you are.

You’d always be alright, as long as he’s there.

Nozel

You were coming back from the castle with Nozel, heading towards the Silver Eagle’s headquarters after running an errand with him. But he was stopped by a higher ranking fellow Silver Eagle who had a question to Nozel, so you decided to make your way to the base by yourself. It wasn’t a big deal honestly. And you had no way of knowing how long the matter would take.

Besides, you had things to do yourself. Too many things to take care of, in fact, which is why you got lost in your thoughts as you walked. But you were waken from them as someone called your name.

And as you looked up, you saw none other than your ex, wearing a smile and waving a hand as he walked toward you intently.

You cursed in your mind, because he was the last person on this earth that you wanted to see.

You had closed that chapter in your life, and you didn’t miss it one bit.

But something in you made you stop in your tracks, as your mind was running a million miles an hour.

Honestly, you didn’t know what to do. You weren’t prepared to face your ex. When you left, you thought that you wouldn’t need to see his face again.

And yet there he was. Talking something about how you looked good, and how he had “seen the error of his ways” or something, and was talking about wanting you back. Going to your favourite restaurant, that you honestly hated now. Not because of the food, but because of the memories.

In that moment, all you could think was running away. Which, in all honesty, made you a little angry. Because you were a knight for god’s sake. You should be able to handle this. But you weren’t able to get a word out as he just stood there with a stupid smile on his face and you just stood there, frozen.

Until you heard another voice coming from behind you, and the expression of your ex changed. From a smile into one of … near fear.

“What is going on here?” You could hear the ice seeping through Nozel’s tone.

“Nothing, I was just catching up with my-“

“Your what?”

You could practically hear the judgemental gaze and a quirked eyebrow you were sure that there was on his face.

“You don’t seem to know your place,” Nozel concluded. “Because you dare show the insolence of trying to court my spouse.”

You could see your ex’s eyes widen as he connected the dots.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize-“

Silence. Nozel didn’t say anything, but the weight on your shoulder, and the weight of the sheer mana collecting round you told you that Nozel was putting his foot down. Without a word. Because he didn’t need to say anything.

And honestly, Nozel didn’t need your ex to say anything else.

He just wanted him gone. You wanted him gone. Out of your lives.

And your ex took the hint. Ran away with his tail between his legs. Which made you let out a sigh of relief, as Nozel looked around while removing his hand from your shoulder. But he didn’t move away from you. Instead, you could feel him still hovering close to you, as if guarding you.

“Stay close,” he said, but you knew what he meant with it.

He wasn’t a man who was good with words, especially in public. Rather he showed his care through actions. And the way he stayed close to you, spoke volumes about how he felt.

William

You were taking a nature walk behind the bass of the Golden Dawn. Though technically speaking it was a bit more into the forest than “behind the base”, since there was a hiking trail there. But it was relatively close to the base, and practically on your backyard.

In fact, many Golden Dawn members used to travel there whenever they needed time to think, or just a moment for themselves. There was even a particular trail that would take 3 hours to walk if gone through entirely, before entering actual headquarter ground, and was frequented by knights and civilians alike for its beautiful nature.

And the day was beautiful. Birds were singing, and wind was rustling the leaves of nearby trees as sunlight filtered through the foliage as you came into a crossroads of the path you were walking, and one heading to town.

“Hey!” Came a voice from the other path, which caused you to stop. Maybe someone needed help or directions, so of course you’d stop to help.

But the person approaching you waved, seeming okay. So, maybe it was someone you knew? You weren’t entirely sure to be honest.

Not until… he came closer… And you recognized your ex, wearing a hiking outfit.

Why… You grimace in your own mind.

This was one of The Least Likely places to run into him. So *why*? Why here? Why here? Why all in all?

You wanted nothing to do with him. You could have gone for the rest of your life without as much as hearing about him, but here he was, walking down just this hiking trail. On this exact day. On this exact time when you were there.

Fate must’ve hated you. Or so you felt.

“Mmmm…” you muttered, waving your hand and starting to walk again. “I have to go,” you quickly explained.

“Wait, wait wait,” he urged while quickening his own pace, and jogging up to you.

Then he started to talk something about having taken up on hiking because of fresh air doing good to him, or something, and how, though feeling happy about a new hobby, he still missed you and wanted to reconcile with you.

But you did not like the situation. You did not want to be here with him. You didn’t want to be anywhere with him.

“No thanks,” you tried while again quickening your pace.

“Please give me a chance,” he implored, and it just made you want to run.

Until you heard a familiar voice from the woods to your side.

“Oh I didn’t know you were also on a walk,” it was William.

The branches of his World Tree Magic carrying him closer to you, as if a saviour delivered by the forest.

“Though suppose it’s no wonder,” he mused while coming closer to you. “My songbird needs to fly,” his voice was soft and gentle, but there was a weight to his tone and words. As if a stern statement. “And who might you be?” He asked, after placing himself onto the ground next to you, and looking at your ex.

“I’m uhh…” he stumbled on his words, because the statement of ‘my songbird’ had been clear as day. “We used to date…” he muttered.

There was a pause. A pause that must’ve been unsettling to your ex, because even you could feel the tension in the air.

“I see.” William concluded. Leaving it at that.

He didn’t need to say anything more. Why would he? He had established that you two were dating, and your ex was only an unwanted encounter. It might not have been said with words, but the way William stared at your ex, without really staring; watching from the corners of his eyes, told enough.

“Honey…” you manged while turning your head to William.

“Let’s go,” he said to you, turning to you with a smile. “Together,” he added while over you his arm, so that you might link yours to his.

But before you turned to leave, he gave a glance to your ex. One last glance. As if to make a statement.

And your ex heard the message, loud and clear. He wasn’t much of a threat to a Magic Knight’s Captain. Actually, he was no threat at all. Your ex might’ve been a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid like that.

You smiled, because luck seemed to have been on your side after all. And William really seemed like your guardian angel.

#black clover fanfiction #black clover headcanons #fuegoleon x reader #nozel x reader #william x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #nozel silva x reader #william vangeance x reader #black clover x reader

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oldmanffucker · 16 days

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my first instinct upon seeing this was to get angry and want to hit this person with hammers, but actually I want to talk about this.

this post, and I didn't even want to click in the read the rest bc it made me to sad to see, is saying that Wilson and Amber only dated for a maximum of three months, so should he really be this torn up about her loss?

So, as a grief support specialist and house fan, let's talk about it.

First and foremost, it's the depth, not the length, of a relationship that matters. Quality over quantity, all of that. Of course. But also, if we look at Amber and Wilson's relationship itself, this is kind of the first time Wilson is in a relationship that feels really good to him. Amber doesn't just want Wilson bc she needs him and needs to be put first by him, she wants him to take care of himself too. He's being challenged for the first time (in a romantic context) (canonically) to not put himself on the back burner for everyone else, but to think about what Wilson wants. House, of course, does this too, but in different ways. Which is also to say that Amber is a revelation for him because she is like House--House who is his longest and arguably only real friend, the person he trusts the most, is most able to be himself around. And now he's found this person who he can feel all that in a romantic and sexual context too.

Which is all to say that this relationship wasn't like any other three month fling he had, this one had a depth to it from the very beginning that was really important and profound to Wilson, and was changing some parts of himself in a way that was really kind of life altering, even as it was also pretty subtle in many ways to the casual viewer.

This, plus the fact that her death itself was really sudden, very traumatic, and prolonged (a couple days and many really traumatic failed attempts to save her life, including his best friend risking his life for her), really adds up to someone being profoundly affected by this loss.

But beyond this, Wilson did not only experience the loss of Amber with her death. There are losses we grieve beyond simply dying. The whole experience before finding out she was even missing and hurt, of seeing House without memory, of even for a little while thinking they may have had an affair, of watching House kill himself (literally) to bring back his memories - this portion of the situation alone is an experience of a loss of safety. He's realizing that life is random, and terrifying in a whole new way than he may have known it before. His best friend was in a bus accident. Life is random and he could have died. There is no guaranteed safety. His best friend who knows everything suddenly knows nothing. A loss of the status quo, of what he's assumed is the way things are. he's watching his best friend go to extreme lengths in order to capture his memories. he's watching his best friend fucking die on a bus floor as he tries to revive him with his boss. Loss of control, loss of the norm, loss of the future they could have had if none of this happened.

THEN.!! He's made aware that Amber was involved in all of this. And we don't know where she is or how she's doing. He's now been introduced to ambiguous loss (which he has experienced at great length with his brother who went missing, and is now experiencing again). Now they have to find Amber. Okay and now they've found her and she's in a coma and really on the brink of death. And this too is an ambiguous loss of another variety. He's experiencing both sides of ambiguous loss about Amber back to back (1. Physical absence and psychological presence (ex. someone missing/estranged) 2. Physical presence and psychological absence (ex. parent w dementia, someone in a coma))

He then has to skip over the grieving part and jump into problem solving and trying to keep her alive. and then his boy best friend has to risk his life for amber and wilson and almost die. And then Wilson has to realize that now, his kind of technically-alive-but-not girlfriend, he has to let her go. And she's woken up and he has mere moments to say his goodbyes and I love you's.

And ALL OF THAT is just the loss itself.

Then he is "grieving" or "mourning" in the way that is generally understood by the average person. If you ask the average person (esp in the US) what grief is, they'd usually point to this--after someone dies when you're sad--and none of the many paragraphs of grief and loss grappling I wrote about just before that.

The average bereavement leave is 3 days. Grief will invariably last more than three days. The amount of time we see Wilson grieving is frankly, really fucking regular. Even for a death less fraught and traumatic (subjectively) than this one.

Besides all of this, there are a number of different grief styles, and I think that Wilson's grief style is that of the Intuitive, or Heart, Griever (isn't that just perfect? I wonder if the writers knew that when they named the episode Wilson's Heart...).

This type of griever is more overtly emotional than the Intellectual, or Head, Griever (the other 2 styles are the Blended, or Head & Heart Griever, and the Dissonant, or Head vs Heart Griever). But is again, really common! Perhaps the asker of this original Reddit question is a head griever, or a dissonant griever, or perhaps even someone who has never yet had to grieve, and has only been fed the myths about grief, and they're trying to make sense of such a large grief.

There is no right way to grieve, there is no correct length of time that that grieving should last. There's no correct amount of time you are allowed to know someone before you grieve their death or pain. The way you grieve is the way you need to grieve, you simply have to try to honor it.

(I don't have a reddit so I can't respond to this directly, but feel free to link this in the responses to the post itself if you feel so inclined)

#long post #sorry. 2 special interests collide.#house #text post #house md #gregory house #james wilson #my post #wilson #amber #amber volakis #wilsonamber #amberwilson #wilson's heart #danny wilson #grief #loss #media analysis

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fungifanart · 5 months

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Hey Fungiiii! Hope you're doing well!

Could I request a fluffy Trey x M!reader story bc where the reader is stressed and burned out because of life, and it's keeping him from being able to do anything creatively (writing is preferred but I'm leaving it completely up to you). Also could it be an established relationship and Trey decides to comfort reader with tea and possibly cuddles?

Fatigue

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Grim

CW: Burnout/Writer's block, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 643

Notes: Hey, BIIIIIIIIIITCH! Of course you can! Funny you requested this, since I'm kinda going through some writer's block of my own, but I managed to get this one done, regardless! (Even if it's pretty short)

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Among many other things, Trey Clover is known throughout Heartslabyul for essentially being the entire dorm's dependable big brother. Whether it be guiding his underclassmen through their homework, calming the seemingly bottomless pit of rage that is his housewarden or preparing a banquet's worth of sweets for an unbirthday party the next day, they know that he'll handle it with his usual playful smirk.

So, what could cause said smirk to waver like it's doing right now?

Perhaps the fact that he's spent the whole of exam week rarely seeing hide or hair of his beloved boyfriend, only to find out later that said boyfriend had to fight for his life against a THIRD overblot ON TOP of basically signing his dorm away.

Upon receiving this information, Trey does the unthinkable and drops his responsibilities, packing himself off to Ramshackle, determined to make sure his boyfriend is okay and then give him a piece of his mind for not telling him about it, only to be let in by the dorm's resident ghosts rather than the Prefect himself, causing his anger to be accompanied by growing concern.

Finally reaching the Prefect’s room, Trey opens the door to reveal his boyfriend slumped over on his desk in front of a typewriter, his head on its side facing away from the door.

Panicking, Trey rushes to his boyfriend's side, “Y/n! Are you okay?!” He asks while shaking his lover, who only turns his head around to face him.

“I'm going insane, my love.” The Prefect says in a monotone voice.

“What do you mean??” Trey asks while sitting the other man up in his chair, his anger temporarily on the shelf.

“It’s just so unfair! I didn't have any time to write during exam week and then suddenly I had to worry about not losing my entire dorm to some wannabe mob boss and then not getting shish-kabobed when the same guy threw a temper tantrum!” The Prefect rants while making wild hand gestures, “I finally found time to write and thought I could use my experiences as inspiration, but when I think about what happened, my hands start shaking and my brain can barely string one sentence together!”

The Prefect’s rant slows down as he turns and buries his face in Trey's chest, “And the worst part of it all is that I've barely been able to see you the entire time! I-I really missed you, y'know?” He says with a small sniffle that causes Trey's anger to melt away.

Pulling the Prefect out of his chair and onto the bed, Trey sits next to him and places a soft, but passionate kiss on his lips, “I missed you too, Y/n. I missed you a lot.” He says after pulling away.

Trey really can't stay mad at him, can he?

However, seeing the Prefect eyeing his typewriter again, Trey quickly pulls him into another hug and then onto their backs on the bed, “I think we've both earned a little rest, don't you?”

The Prefect opens his mouth to protest when Grim, who has been curled up near the back of the bed until now, pipes up, “Myrrgh…please…can't take the sound of crumpling paper anymore…” He groans before putting his head back down.

Trey raises his own head to look at the trash can next to the desk, sees that it's overflowing with balled-up pieces of paper and is about to give his boyfriend a knowing smirk when he looks back to see said boyfriend already fast asleep, the fatigue of everything he's gone through having finally caught up with him.

Trey's smirk is replaced with a loving smile as he tucks himself and the Prefect under the covers, “Sleep well, Y/n.” He says while placing a small kiss on his forehead before getting comfortable and closing his eyes as well.

#why is this mushroom writing fanfics?#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x male reader #twst trey #twst mc #twst yuu #twst grim #trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey x reader #trey clover x male reader #no beta we die like men

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Hello I was wondering if you’d be able to write a Genloss Ranboo x Gender neutral reader, where the reader dies, and how Ranboo would react to that? :) (also would I be able to be 💠 anon please?)

ah yes of course!! ; and welcome to the family !!! hope you enjoy our very full and chaotic household

GENLOSS! RANBOO ; sun killer

summary ; your death

warnings ; death, language, talk about Ranboo pulling on the mask/kinda gore but not really, influence by spiritbox bc I love them

genre ; angst

word count ; 1.6k

masterlist

[I also recommend this song bc I love Linkin Park and I hold this and she couldn't dear to my heart]

You'd been trapped on the SAW carousel of death, alike many of the others you'd come to know a bit better, having been trapped for hours and hours here. You were surrounded by a large gate, trapped by a man who thought he was attractive, joined by two human sized rats who could speak English. Somehow, his wasn't the weirdest situation you'd ever gotten into.

Finally, Ranboo, your savior, enters the room.

He gets the carousel up and running, deciding to get a little imput on who to bring with him on his adventure, which would include lots of puzzles and thinking. Both of which you weren't good at.

You sit next to Niki, whom could apparently sob for hours on end. She wears a bright red outfit, paired with a bucket hat. It contrasted her split dyed hair, which looked very nice on her.

You were the next to try and convince Ranboo on why they should take you with them.

"Uh, hello, I'm Y/n. I'm not great at puzzles, but uhm... I'm good at being funny! And I think really deeply about things, and I mean, if there's a deeper meaning to things, then I can definitely solve your puzzles! I-I just wanna go home, I'm gonna be honest. I miss my family and my pets, and I wanna live. I really wanna live, I've barely gotten to experience life yet, please"

Ranboo looks at you solemly, looking over at the man in charge. He looked at you like he knew you, but you'd never seen the masked boy before. It was so weird, but you felt like something deep inside of you recognized them too. You just didn't know from where. It was like the scent of something familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

You're left tied to the carousel once they leave with Nikki and Sneeg. You, Austin, Ethan, Vinny, and Frank sit in silence, pondering of when the three sticks of dynamite wrapped around your necks would explode. Frank would be the only survivor, but he's also a rotting corpse, so I mean... Eh.

But, they never exploded, surprisingly. Vinny was actually the next one to be able to leave, somehow. You strike a conversation with the New Jersian surfer bro Charlie, laying on a stretcher a few feet away.

"So, like, why were you eating non-edibles, and how'd you even shove them down your throat?"

"They just slid down, man. Like that one scene from Stand By Me, I ate a bunch of raw eggs right before that" He answers with a nod, "My eyeballs hurt"

You nod and mumble a "Same"

Austin and Ethan are next to be untied, traveling through some Coraline door tunnels, leaving you, Frank, and Charlie alone in the carousel room. You sit silently, hoping you'd be able to escape.

Maybe that's what the game was, a puzzle game to freedom.

Your hopes for freedom shot through the roof as you sit in silence, begging and pleading in your head for the rats to come back for you. Charlie seemed to be pretty dead at this point, considering all the... blood. Everywhere.

But, alas, came your time to shine. You were never the bright one of the group. You just kind of looked at things and reached way too far into it. I dunno, maybe being instructed to solve puzzles with dynamite around your neck wasn't the most chill environment where you'd be thinking level-headedly.

But, you powered through, trying to get your way out of the final door.

You were with Austin, Ran, and Sneeg, with no sign of Ethan, Vinny, or Niki. There was a target on one wall, a button with a large sign that read to not push the button, a TV covered by static, and random trinkets and games lining the shelves.

The first thing you all thought about was the target, considering apparently Jerma said that the challenge would be hard. Hitting the one hundred on the tiny target would've been hard, so he and Ranboo try their best to do it with no luck. At one point, Austin decides to just mimic the suction cup arrow hitting the one hundred, which did nothing, either because he cheated or it just wasn't the way out.

You and Sneeg look around while you try to think that maybe certain items had to be in certain places, leading to you frantically organizing all the trinkets and games. Ranboo looks at you with worry, seeing your face full of fear. It was like they almost knew what was coming next but didn't know how to help you.

Ranboo turns around and stares at the button while Austin and Sneeg almost discourage him, considering a couple sticks of dynamite lay right under it. It wouldn't make sense to use reverse psychology, but it also wouldn't make sense to put it there solely to kill whoever was near and damage the room.

The boy with the mask quickly presses the button, waiting for the explosion that never came. You turn to see the door opening across from you, and you look back at the tall boy with a light smile and thumbs up. You place the board game you were carrying across the room down, seeing that you didn't need it anymore.

A voice (The Puzzler) speaks over the loudspeaker, informing you only one could fit through the hole, which was just a lie? But only one of you was supposed to progress.

Austin tries to fight for the exit and Sneeg pulls him back while the floor slowly moves him through the hole. The lights turned off, and you didn't remember anything after that.

Or even before that.

You woke up a new person, streaming in your room until Ranboo, who you didn't even see for a solid minute, interrupts you by pulling your headphones off.

"Holy shit! Dude, I'm streaming" You speak, jumping out of your skin.

"We need to go, come on!" He exclaims, "You can get back to it later, but we need to go, now!"

You look around, seeing you were inside one of the malls food court shops behind the counter. Your setup was nearly the same, but behind you was a bunch of posters and meal menus. You quickly stand up, trusting the boy you called a friend, hopping over the counter.

"What the hell is going on?" You ask him and Charlie.

Charlie shrugs while Ranboo turns around.

"Do-Do you not remember the cabin thing? Th-The warehouse? It's all just been a show, I mean-"

He's cut off by silence as you approach a funeral/grave inside one of the shops nearby, the headstone reading 'RIP THE PUZZLER'.

"Okay, Ran, what's going on? What do you mean it's been a show? Who the fuck is The Puzzler?" You ask them, trying to make sense of your confusion.

"Wait, no, we aren't the only ones, are we?" Charlie asks, his hands on his head, "There's-There's Sneeg and- shit! There's Niki and Ethan, and, uhm, fuck! We- We have to find them! We need to help them!"

Ranboo tries their best to calm him down, but has to resort to the last option.

"There is no saving them! We have to go, now. We just have to get out of here, maybe we can find help, I dont know!"

The three of you try to progress towards the stairs but slowly back away after seeing some... person (?) standing in front of the doors, back faced towards you.

"What are those?"

"I-I don't know, back up"

"Please explain what those fucking things are"

"I-I've been told that they're human, I think! It's some type of facility, I don't know what's going on"

"What if we find one of those map things?" You suggest, "To find where we are and to find another exit."

"Good idea"

Ran quickly leads you two to a mall map, where Charlie finds the 'you are here' dot. The two try and find an exit while you do a little exploring into the dark, and notice some feet down to your right.

You slowly look down, being greeted by one of those guys from earlier, head banged into the back of the directory, blood dripping down the screen. You slowly progress forward, seeing a silhouette in the distance.

The two quickly notice your disappearance and see the dead guy, calling for you as they see whatever thing in the distance stand up and growl. You don't listen, like you couldn't hear them, and progress onwards.

"Y/n! Come on, we're leaving!" Charlie shouts as you fade into the darkness in silence.

You're thrown back by a compelling force, being thrown all the way back to the escalator past Ranboo and Charlie, hitting your head to knock you out. The two run to your aid, your eyes closed.

Ran quickly notices that most of your midsection was torn away, revealing your ribcage. He's only able to stare as Charlie quickly pulls him away, seeing the creature that hurt you was gaining on them.

They run as fast as they could.

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Ranboo pulls at their mask, just wanting out.

He sits on his knees, pulling and pulling, feeling the wires pulling inside them.

"Get off of me!"

They cry, feeling their eyes roll back into their skull as they pull the mask further and further away from their face. Their hands grip at the top of the mask, trying to rip the back off of their neck.

They'd cut themselves over and over again on the metal, their hands bloody, staining the contraption that controlled them.

They didn't want to live. They wanted to die. Why didn't they let him die? Why did he have to live? He didn't want to be like this. He didn't want to do this! He didn't want to live like this!

They scream in agony, making one final pull on the mask before they drop to the floor. Wires tangle in their throat, the final backing piece of the mask snapping in two.

They lay on the cold, hard, floor, blood pouring out of any extremity possible. Wires hang about, halfway pulled out of their body.

"Just kill me already, damnit"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #ranboo x reader #genloss ranboo #genloss ranboo x reader #gl ranboo #gl ranboo x reader #mcyt x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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themedialmercurial · 2 years

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🔭🪐Astro Observations🪐🔭

P.S. these notes are based on personal observations and experiences and yours may be similar or drastically different💜💗

Cancer mars tends to experience extremes in emotion. When they're happy, it's just as contagious as when they're mad. They tend to frustrate easily and are passive aggressive. When confronted about their behaviour, they aren't willing to hear it and would rather indadvertedly hint that they're mad at you. They take confrontation as disrespect and are defensive. I feel like you have to feel them out and walk on eggshells to see how they're feeling. On a brighter note, when they love you, you'll always know. They are the type to always go out and get your favourite foods or instinctively buy that shirt you've always wanted. They're very loving and kind yet particular and precise.

Leo suns, ily. You love with every fiber of your being and your affection does not go unnoticed. You guys also don't play around when someone you love gets hurt. On so many occasions, I can remember you guys dropping whatever you're doing and ready to stand up for me and for that, I'm forever grateful🥺

Side note though, when you're mad don't forget to say I love you or something bc you guys get scaryyyyy (I be forgetting you get so mad BECAUSE you love me but geez go easy on my cancerian self) And I noticed that they love to toy around with warm-coloured highlights in their hair (namely reds and blondes)

Virgo placements, namely sun, are not the "neat freaks" everyone makes them out to be and by no means am I saying that they're not. Rather than having a spotless environment, virgoans have a special means of product placement that suits their needs and no one else is supposed to understand it. Me for example, as a virgo rising I can say that my room is a complete mess for those who don't understand the way my mind works. However, if you were to ask me where a particular item is stored, I could find it almost immediately. "Methodical mess" is the name of the game.

Secondly, I notice that virgos, regardless of the person they're interacting with (in-person), tend to almost "size up" the other person they're speaking with, gradually warming up and interacting once they've taken note of the individual regardless of how long they've been known.

As a virgo rising, I can openly admit that I have a rbf problem, sadly. My whole life I've been asked if I'm ok all the while my rbf is a sign that I'm focused and alert, actively scanning my surroundings. I promise I'll converse if initiated😔 also, the whole thing about this placement appearing younger is so true in my case. People always assume I'm at least 2-3 years younger

Libra suns, as a libra moon, you guys just get me. Whenever I speak with you, I feel like I don't even have to finish my sentences, you know how I feel. You guys are down to earth and understand my absolute need to play devil's advocate when it comes to pretty much any decision I have to make in my life. What I will say in contrast though is that you guys know what you're doing when you try to guilt trip me. It hurts me when you guys play the victim, genuinely like can we just talk all level-headed and calmly?

Aries suns give off child-like energy in the best way possible. When hanging out with them, you'll always find yourself somewhere you never thought you'd be. As fun as it can be, they are also very stubborn with seemingly all the wrong things like I wouldn't suggest a heavy coat if it weren't -20°C outside???

6H Uranus is prone to have a routine that is perceived as unusual/unconventional to others. People may outwardly express their confusion and try to make them conform to their method (i.e sporadic cleaning over the course of a couple days).

Taurus suns and honestly earth suns altogether are such a vibe. You guys are almost down for whatever, especially taking a liking to anything outdoors. I love walking around and chatting about life with you guys.

Cancer suns I feel can be a hit or miss. I find that the majority of those I've met, tend to exhibit introverted traits whether they are or not. They're very timid individuals that is until they're not and they're great friends to just walk in silence with. As for those who never did "warm up", they seem very sweet but it just ends up as me feeling like I'm talking too much and just going quiet abruptly 🧍🏽‍♀️

2H moon 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 shopping spree to release stress, sadness

Scorpio suns are such sweethearts, so kind and so giving. You guys are the type of friends who will patiently listen as you pour your heart out to them. So patient and gentle

Water sun, air moon can be a dangerous combo. The native is sensitive and harbours many emotions though the air moon prevents them from truly being able to feel them out. This makes them more inclined to have a breakdown which, from others perspectives may appear random. Try journalling or even video diaries to candidly speak about your emotions (at least that's what helps me cope since I struggle so deeply with speaking).

#astrovations #astrology #astro #astro community #astro observations #astro notes #themedialmercurial #zodiac #cancer #leo

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outro-jo · 1 year

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nct 127 with autistic partners

pairing: nct 127 members x reader

type: scenario

summary: how the nct 127 members help their autistic partners

request: yes

warning: mentions overstimulation, touch, food, meltdown in johnny’s, stimming

a/n: please lmk if johnny’s makes any of you uncomfortable. i’m hesitant to talk about the topic even though it’s necessary to talk about and normalize. it’s just difficult and i know that VERY well. 🤍 also please know that these (and the skz one) are just small examples of what some autistic people can experience and these may not be the only ways they would help their partners.

masterlist | info

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taeyong- you were surprised to find out that despite being so busy and having to worry about 20+ “kids” of his own, taeyong is really good about texting and checking in on you. not only with basics like, “did you eat today? drink your water? take your vitamins?” but he spends a lot of time away from you and he doesn’t want you to get anxious or worry about his feelings towards you. he never assumes that his actions are speaking louder than his words when a lot of the time you struggle to interpret the feeling behind actions anyways. he’s very forthcoming with how he feels about you and will often just tell you he’s been thinking about you and misses you even when he’s been gone for just hours. (which like why… you just left how do you miss me?? 😂😂)

taeil- the patience on this man is surprising. something that can be difficult for allistics to deal with is when autistic people get stuck on something in their head or just stuck in a mindset in general. taeil is very calm when explaining things to you as many times as you need to get on the different train of thought. he does his best to let you work through whatever it is that has you stuck. when it’s a difficult or dangerous mindset that your brain has you trapped in, he’s there for whatever you need and is great at reassuring you that everything is ok.

johnny- johnny is really good under stress. he’s steady as a rock and it comes in handy in stressful situations which you can’t really handle all that much. you feel all the intense energy and it usually gets loud so it immediately triggers a meltdown. he’s just really good in any type of meltdown situation, whether it builds from the day and something small makes you snap or you’re relatively fine but something intense sets it off. he makes sure you have your headphones on and holds you tight to him. also talking you through the post meltdown guilt after bc it’s so real 😩

yuta- he LOVES hearing about all your special interests. he loves when you like sit and fidget with something and just ramble away about whatever it is you know literally everything about. he also loves to take you places where you can experience your special interest in a deeper way. i.e. special museums or experiences. even if he has no interest in the topic whatsoever, he just loves that you love it.

doyoung- he’s a very affectionate person but he’s very respectful and understanding which makes him perfect for you since you don’t like to be touched. he always asks for permission before touching you in any way first, even if it’s a small gesture like wiping your face when you’re eating (bc he just does that for people anyways). although at first when you rejected a hug from him, he was a little hurt and confused but did his best not to show it. once you explained it though, he was much more aware of his actions and if he needs a hug he’ll find one of the boys.

jaehyun- this man knows the importance of a safe space not just emotionally in your relationship together but also physically like in your shared home. he worked really hard to make sure the lights weren’t too much, none of the blankets and furniture felt weird, all the smells in the house were mild and pleasant, safe foods always stocked, he even went as far to soundproof the bedroom so outside noise isn’t an issue. he also has lots of fidgets around the house and on his person for when you need to stim.

jungwoo- similar to taeyong but in a different sense, hear me out. he knows how overwhelmed you get when you have to be around more people and especially people you’re not used to. it can kinda feel like you’re a sim without someone at the controller. you walk in the room of people and immediately feel like it’s too much and not do basic things that most people do easily. your default is just to stand at the edge of the room awkwardly, totally unsure of how to function. people may ask, “are you hungry? can i get you a drink? you can sit here if you want!” and you’ll deny everything despite being hungry, thirsty, or needing to sit. playing the “human part” can get so confusing when you’re overwhelmed and you may feel like your basic needs are burdensome to others even when it’s literally a party and every one is eating, drinking, and relaxing. so jungwoo is always at your side with his hand in yours to reassure you. he feels like a safer person you can say your needs too without feeling like a burden. he’s always so sweet and patient with you to make sure you get everything you want.

mark- mark pays close attention to the sounds in the room. it’s something he never thought much about before he met you but when you explained it to him, it actually made a lot of sense to him. he always keeps you close by in case of a particularly loud noise he can cover your ears in time or be there to reassure you. he also keeps an extra pair of noise canceling headphones with him or at least some little ear buds in his pocket. he becomes attuned to helping you with some of your other sensory issues but sound is one that triggers you more often so he knows what to look out for.

haechan- he found you intriguing when he first met you mostly bc you were kinda concerned with how he was being treated, especially by yuta. he thought it was really endearing when you’d get upset that he was being “slighted” but he explained that it was all a joke… you didn’t find it that funny. donghyuk loved that you cared so much for him so quickly and that you always wanted to show that you cared even if it meant you doing things you weren’t entirely comfortable with like hugging or other skinship. haechan was equally careful not to push skinship so much or just throw it on you without any warning. he was also careful with his jokes and not to tease you too much and upset you. overall he’s just very considerate.

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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can I request something for our sweet boy Eddie? reader is cautious of eddies smoking / drinking bc she's had experiences associated to them and they're not the best. my uncle does it a lot and it can affect happy family gatherings and more in the past that I can't remember, but everyone older then me seems to and makes me be careful because of whatever happened. and I see many fics glorifying those habits. you can do whatever plot you think fits best. 💚

AN | Okay, so I totally know where you’re coming from and I get it. So would Eddie! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Drug, Alcohol mention

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie Munson was an enigma. Which is, undoubtedly, one of the many things you liked about him. He wasn’t afraid to be different, wasn’t afraid to speak his mind or his truth. He was also, you know, very pretty, which didn't hurt anything. You liked his long hair, the wavy roguish strands, his big brown eyes, and that smile that made your heart melt. He was, in essence, a man you'd harbored a crush on for a long time.

But you'd never do anything about it. Absolutely not. For all his virtues and good qualities, there were certain vices that had you keeping your distance from him. Besides the fact that you were painfully shy, and pretty much invisible except to your small friend group. While you knew so much about Eddie Munson, you were positive he didn't even know your name.

You found out, one chilly fall morning, that you were dead wrong.

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You should have known it was going to be a horrible, no good, very bad day as soon as you were getting ready for school and nothing seemed to go right. Your favorite dress had a rip, your makeup came out all wrong, you'd forgotten to make lunch, and almost missed the school bus. If the driver hadn't been feeling generous, you were sure you would have ended up walking to school, but your pathetic running and yelling as he pulled away had him garnering sympathy for you.

But eventually you'd made it to school, feeling like an utter clown but at least you were on time. You managed a quick stop at your locker, grabbing out your binders and books for your morning classes, almost running to make it to first period on time.

And you would have…had you not shut your locker and managed to immediately run into him. Him being, as fate would have it, none other than Eddie Munson. Your collision managed to knock the papers and books from both of your hands and you groaned deeply. Eddie's natural reaction had been to recoil, sure you were going to flip out at him, but instead you gave him an almost pathetically sorry look.

"I am so sorry, Eddie," you picked everything off the dirty, sticky floor and organized it before handing everything back to him in a neat stack. It was more put together than before your little accident and he felt warmth rise up in his cheeks, "I'm such an…idiot. And now I've made us both late. Sorry again."

You scooped your things up and stuffed them into your backpack before standing back up. Eddie's hand gently grabbed your arm to keep you from moving away just yet. He whispered your name before softly asking, "are you alright?"

"I'm just having an off morning 's all," you were surprised he even knew your name. You'd always felt so invisible around not just him, but most of your classmates, "I should get going to class before old man Johnson makes things even worse."

"Okay," he gave you a small, tentative little smile, "see you around."

All you managed to do was to give him a hesitant little nod before tearing down the hallway and leaving him watching you in amusement.

You knew his name. Holy fuck. He wouldn't have thought you'd known who he was. And you'd been so kind and sweet, despite your literal run in having been half his fault. He never thought you'd so much as give him the time of day. But you had. And that was something he didn't plan on forgetting anytime soon.

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When lunch time came around, you were starving. Your plan was to buy lunch since you had neglected to make it, but once you'd gotten your tray of food - if it could even really be called that - and were ready to pay, you realized you didn't have any money on. Fantastic.

You looked around as if something was just going to magically solve your problem. But somehow…it did. Eddie Munson was at your side and holding out money to the annoyed looking lunch lady. Too stunned to speak, you trailed after him as he walked away. He caught sight of your big, wide doe eyes and chuckled lightly, "everything alright?"

"You didn't have to do that," you stammered nervously, feeling warm under his scrutinizing gaze, "to pay for my lunch. I could have left it."

"I wanted to," he insisted softly, "besides, you said you've been having a rough day and I figured you could use something nice today."

"That's so kind of you," you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, "thank you, Eddie."

"See you around angel," he shot you a wink before almost skipping over to his table where his friends had been watching everything eagerly. You smiled down at your tray before making your way to your own table.

Your best friend had seen everything, and her face was pulled into a huge smile, "I didn't realize you had a crush on Eddie Munson."

"I don't!" It was a weak lie that wasn't fooling anyone.

"Of course you don't," she playfully teased, "you act like a lovesick puppy around everyone."

"Oh my god!"

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Over the next couple of weeks, it seemed like you ran into him with increasing frequency. It seemed like whenever there was an opportunity for him to be here, he would pop up. Like saying good morning, when he appeared at your locker when you knew his wasn’t anywhere near yours. You knew something was up, but you weren’t going to push the envelope. You liked Eddie, you really did, but you were hung up on some of his lifestyle choices. He wasn’t a bad person, you knew that, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to look past that. It was on you, not him, which made you feel somehow even worse.

Whatever was going on between the two of you would have to be it. You’d have to live with the fact that while you pined after him, Eddie Munson was never going to be yours. Even though you’d never admit it, that made your heart break.

“Heya,” his cheerful voice snapped out of your internal struggle - about him naturally - and you almost jumped out of your seat. He laughed softly before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze and sitting next to you on the picnic table bench. He didn’t even know that you knew about this spot, but he was happy to have found you. Okay…made he’d casually followed. But that made him sound like a creep, which he totally wasn’t aiming to be, “don’t mean to scare you. Sorry!”

“‘s okay,” you promised through a small smile as you clutched at your rapidly beating heart. It wasn’t the shock so much as the nerves that made it race, “what’s up, Eds?”

The little nickname made his heart soar as his big brown eyes watched you in excitement. He drummed his fingers along the aging wood of the table, attempting to search for the right words. Eddie’s own heart was beating so quickly that he was surprised you couldn’t hear it and that it didn’t burst out of his chest, “listen - I was wondering if you’d…if you’d like to hang out sometime.”

“Hang out?” you parroted, attempting vainly to hide your shock. He nodded slightly, a pretty pastel pink flush rising up in his cheeks, “you want to hang out with me?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out nervously, running a hand through his messy waves, “like…a date. Maybe we could go to the movies and grab dinner?”

“Oh,” the soft expression on your face made his knees weak and he was glad that he was sitting. You paused for a moment before looking at the ground and studying your scuffed up converse and his boots, “umm, it’s really sweet of you to ask, Eddie. I never thought…you’re really nice and funny and I think you’re a wonderful person. Really.”

“But you don’t want to go out with me,” he finished for you, and your head snapped to look at him. He kept his face pointedly neutral as you remained silent, “and I’ve just ruined any chance we even had of being friends. I’m sorry - I just thought…maybe you liked me too.”

“Eddie…fuck, I do,” you confessed and his face turned to confusion, “really. But I think we’re very different people and it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why?” he kept like a child, looking at you with a small pout on his pretty face, “we could try.”

“I…listen, please don’t take this the wrong way, because like I said I really do like you and I do think you’re amazing,” you promised, “but I don’t…the alcohol and the drugs. It’s not…I don’t like either of them. I-I’ve had some bad experiences with them with people in my life and it’s something I’m not entirely comfortable with. But with that - I don’t care that it’s your thing, you know? I don’t think you’re a bad, or wicked person because you like those things. It’s just…not for me. And it wouldn’t be fair of me to ask you to never drink or smoke or whatever, ya know? So…maybe we can be friends though?”

Eddie stunned into silence, a feat that few people can claim to have accomplished, as you looked at him nervously. One of the first things he appreciated, and he wished more people were like this, was the upfront honesty. You’d chosen not to beat around the bush, which was probably the easier option. He nodded after a few moments of silence filled with only nervous heartbeats and anxious breaths, “yeah, we can be friends. I…I appreciate you being honest, though. Most people would have probably made up some lame excuse and just blown me off.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” you put your hand on his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “you’re really nice and funny, and I like being around you. Hey - I’ve got something to ask you.”

“Shoot.”

“Is there any more room in Hellfire for another member?” The way his whole face lit up in excitement was a thing of beauty and you can’t help but marvel at him. His smile was beautiful, toothy and all dimples and lovely. He nodded eagerly, his roguish hair bouncing around, “I-I still have a lot to learn, but I’d really like to join. If that’s okay with you.”

“Absolutely,” he didn’t hesitate, his voice almost shaking with excitement, “yes. I can help teach you!”

“That sounds wonderful, Eddie. I’m really excited!”

“Me too, angel, me too.”

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The next couple of months were spent getting to know Eddie, the rest of the Hellfire club, and Dungeons and Dragons. You were pretty sure you’d never had this much fun before. The only issue - and nonissue at the same time - was your ever growing feelings for Eddie. It was hard not to fall for him; he was kind, funny, smart, and handsome on top of it all. You were pretty sure that you were not the only feeling that way either; you knew Eddie could feel it as well, but he never did anything to overstep any boundaries or make you uncomfortable. He was way too good for that.

But as was the natural order of things, it all had to come to a head at some point.

“Hey,” his hand was on top of yours, stopping you from grabbing anything further off the table in your effort to clean up after another Hellfire session. You felt your skin tingling from his touch, his fingertips rough and calloused but still so soft. You turned around to face him and saw the confused look on his face.

“Eds?” your voice was soft and he was almost positive it would be the death of him, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he almost choked out as you looked at him, “I was just…listen. I really like you, and I thought I was okay with being just friends, but I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you. Every day you do something that makes me…fall for you a little more. And I remember what you said and I think I…I have kind of a solution?”

“A solution?” you repeated, your eyes sparkling with amusement, “Eddie, I don’t want you to have to change anything or do anything different just because of me.”

“Well, when you really like someone, you’re willing to do things differently,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal, “I was thinking…if you’re willing that is, that maybe we could try, you know, going out. And in turn, I promise, I won’t drink or smoke around you. I mean like before or after, whatever. None of that around you at all.”

“Eddie…” the corners of your mouth were pulling up into a small smile as he returned your shy expression, “I…you’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“I really like you, angel,” and oh. Those words were enough to make you weak, “and besides, I could probably use a break from that shit too.”

“I don’t want you to have to change who you are,” you repeated and he nodded in acknowledgment, “I…how about this? How about you can still do all that stuff, but just don’t expect me to?”

“I would never,” he insisted, his body humming in excitement, “but still - I won’t do it around you, and won’t expect you to. But does…that mean you’ll let me take you?”

“Yes,” you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, “I’d really like that, Eddie.”

“Really?” he still seemed surprised at the fact that not only did you actually like him, but you actually wanted to go out with him. You nodded and his smile stretched from ear to ear, “c-can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #josephn quinn x reader

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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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WEDNESDAY SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT BC I JUST FINISHED:

-literally threw UP at every Male Love Interest Interaction, Enid making out with Ajax? Literally was enough to make me settle Wenclair as sunk LIKE IT WAS T H A T BAD AND IVE BEEN A HYPED WENCLAIR WARRIOR SINCE AUGUST

-THAT BEING SAID OH MY GOD WE WERE RIGHT WITH ENID TRANSFORMING AND PROTECTING WEDNESDAY LIKE A TOTAL BADASS

-Backtracking a lot,,, that wink Enid gave Wednesday in episode two made my heart ascend. So many Wenclair crumbs in ep 2

-I’m really glad Tyler was the killer bc it gave him some depth, like I kept hating him fer NOT GETTING THE HINT AND LEAVING WEDNESDAY ALONE but looking back his insistence on being close to her was more akin to manipulating her so he wont be suspected so im glad he got interesting near the end

-IM SO CURIOUS ON BIANCA’S BACKGROUND ARGAHRHH SEASON TWO TELLL MMEEE MOREEE I LOVE HER SO MUCH

-My heart broke when Eugene got attacked, even before Wednesday declared it I could tell she looked out after him bc he reminded her of Pugsley

-But when he expressed interest in Enid? Fucken Wednesday did not HESITATE to tell him his shot was less than one percent LIKE DAMNNN GIRLIE jealous much?

-“he breaks your heart, I’ll nail his” Wednesday ur so in love u dumbass, literally the first day u met this girl u supposedly hated u end up telling her your most vulnerable secret (crying for Nero)?

-Wednesday fell first, Enid fell harder Truthers rise UPPPP

-Enid walking out of the woods covered in blood and wounds from a super traumatic experience, first thing she asks is, “Where’s Wednesday?” Maam, are you aware how much she means to you?

-Talking to the taxidermed squirrel about how much you’ll miss it rather than directly speaking to Wednesday? Gay gay homosexual gay behavior

-Xavier,,,, no. You’re better than this, like cmon dude. Stop trying so fucken hard and take the hint, LIKE U DONT EVEN HAVE A GOOD REASON LIKE TYLER TO KEEP STICKINNG AROUND

-WHAT CHEMISTRY? WHERE?

-I demand more Yoko screentime.

-Still giggling on Enid wrecking Tyler’s Hyde ass in order to protect Wednesday like she fucken JUMPKICKED HIM and proceeded to maul him fer hurting her best friend totally

-Wenclair’s break up was so necessary tho like ARGH YES ENID STAND UP FER URSELF AND TELL WEDNESDAY SHE KEEPS FUCKING OVER UR BOUNDARIES

-I will give Xavier credit fer calling out Wednesday as toxic BUT he literally couldve stopped getting involved like WHY were u at the Gates Mansion that night its so,,,, weird

-Speaking of the Gates Mansion, LOVED Wednesday’s little stare when Enid busted the door open when Tyler couldnt, fucken gay gay homosexual gay

-Wednesday in general was so cute with her gift of the snood Enid made her, instead of outright speaking her mind that she dislikes the gift, she tries to compromise with a, “lets save this for a special occasion, like a funeral”

-Small moments where Wednesday is clearly softer fer Enid SUPREMACYYYY

-Another good example was even back in episode two where they ran with the flag together and Wednesday let Enid touch her and wrap an arm around her shoulders and shit as Enid cheered it was SO cute

-Wednesday’s bigass smile when Fester appeared??? I love Fester in general but ARGH I love their bond

-Also love Wednesday’s evolution with her relationship with Thing and his death scene??? Like Enid slayed with telling Wednesday to treat him better i swear Wenclair are just SO GOOD FER EACH OTHER

-SO MUCH MORE CHEMISTRY THAN THEIR MALE LOVE INTERESTS

-Enid’s parents weren’t exactly what we were expecting but they still sucked (yes by just standing there and letting his daughter constantly be shit on by her mom Enid’s dad still sucked a little) and I was a ‘Enid is an only child’ truther but slay guess she has brothers

-There’s SO MUCH to talk about bc this show had its ups and downs,,, but we all know the crowning moment of the show. The Hug™️. Jenna Ortega is praised fer her ability to convey so much emotion with her eyes, and GODDAMNIT THAT ENTIRE HUG SCENE WAS SO SOFT AND TENDER AND PERFECT IN EVERY ASPECT THAT BODY LANGUAGE FUCKEN KILLED ME ESP WITH WEDNESDAY’S WIDE EYED EXPRESSION FROM SHOCK TO TOTAL REALIZATION THAT SHE COULDVE LOST ENID AND IS CLINGING ON FER DEAR LIFE MY GOD I COULDNT HAVE IMAGINED A BETTER HUG SCENE

-The way Wednesday walks kinda pressed up to Enid as she talks about visiting her in San Fran,,, yeah your honor theyre in love and Hunter was right, we beed to fight fer Wenclair I DONT CARE ABOUT AJAX X ENID BEING CANON I DONT CARE ABOUT XAVIERS ASS WENCLAIR ALL THE WAYYY BABBYYY

#i will have a more coherent spoilers post later #but rn im just looping THAT scene over and over again #the music. god.#wenclair nation took some Ls but by GOD did we take some fat Ws too #still believe in #greek enid supremacy #the plot twist was a little easy to predict but I still adored it #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #not gonna tag all of them so yeah #wenclair warriors rise up

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discobrainrot · 1 year

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did you say to ask for more harrykim hc? bc i want some more!! it can be canon or au (any of your choice) im not picky

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

You're getting Canon Kim and Harry this time, but if someone sends me another (without specifying) I'll probably do Swap AU stuff!

1. It's not just Harry who's in love with Kim - it's Harry's Skills.

Whether they're something that occurred because of Pale Exposure or a symptom of something else, they're a part of him. His Skills are how he experiences the world. It's just as much them romancing Kim as it is him.

So when Harry falls in love, every Skill falls hard and fast, too. The INT Skills, particularly Logic, are taken with Kim's mind. The PSY Skills admire his dedication (to his passions, to the RCM, to his partner), and Volition is relieved that they've been drawn to such an (outwardly) stable force.

The FYS skills got it bad - Shivers sees how Kim fits into Revachol's greater puzzle like a missing piece. Electrochemistry has... a lot to say.

But the MOT Skills? Oh god. They're obsessed. Kim is cool, calm, and collected. He loves machines. Even with his eyesight, he's still a damn good shot. He's so suave. They. Want. Him. So. Bad.

At the end of the day, Kim is romancing one person in 25 parts. It's all-encompassing, and at first, it's strange. But after a time, he can't imagine being loved another way

2. Kim didn't expect Harry to stay interested in him.

Look, I can't picture Harry as anything other than a scatterbrain. It's partly because of my scatterbrained way of playing the damn game, but it's my headcanon, and I'll cry if I want to.

So, when they first met, Kim watched Harry flit around Martinaise like a speed fuelled (or until-recently-speed-fueled) bumblebee. He buzzes around, finds something, pursues it for a while, then sets it down and forgets. Kim watches Harry blow past his old partner without a word and worries that he might be in Jean's place one day.

Well, almost Jean's position. Maybe a worse one. It's not a stretch to imagine Harry getting distracted or bored of Kim. But this is the happiest he's felt in a long time, so he decides to ride it out. Take the joy where he can. He'll deal with the hurt when it comes.

But then Harry doesn't get bored of him. Instead, he wants more. And more. And more.

And then Harry stays over at Kim's place on weekends.

And they're investing in more board games. And Harry knows just the way Kim likes his coffee. And he makes dinner whenever he comes over. And, oh, Harry's lease is almost up, so he might as well move in. And he buys posters and photos to hang up. And he paints "This Is Something Beautiful" on their bedroom wall. And Kim knows he won't get his deposit back, but he doesn't fucking care.

And then it's been a year, and Harry has some of his old memories back, but mostly he's been making new ones. And anyone who matters to them knows what's happening, but no one says a word. And they don't hold hands in public, but the look Harry gives Kim lets him know how badly he wants to.

And then it's been a few more years, and they move to a different apartment. And the heaters don't work, but that's okay because they keep each other warm in the winter. And Harry holds Kim close as they dance in the kitchen. And Kim's vision is getting worse, and Harry's got a bad heart, but they live the best lives they can. And they plan a wedding that they know they'll probably never have.

And Kim pretends he doesn't hear the city as she speaks into his heart.

And Harry pretends he doesn't hear Kim cry when he realizes they can't stop what's coming.

And then it's been so many years that their grey hairs outnumber all the others. And Harry doesn't talk about La Retour, but Kim sees how much he thinks about it. And he holds Harry's hand in public because it feels like the world is ending anyways. And the corners of Harry's eyes crinkle when he smiles, and it still makes Kim's heart swim even after so many years. And Harry still sees a halo behind Kim's head.

And they dance between detritus and rubble as an old radio plays. And they remember their kitchen. And they say the names of old friends. And far away, someone smiles and says theirs.

And La Revacholiere holds them in her broken arms and cries. And they hold her in their lungs. And they cry with her because of their loss. And they cry with her because they've survived.

And they love.

3. Harry has, like, big I'm A Bottom energy, right?

Right???????

#kimharry #harrykim #Disco Elysium Shipping #Disco Shipping #Misc Ask #Ask Meme #DE Hot Take #I'm not sorry for any of this <3

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Paul w/ a Werewolf Mate

MICHAEL DAVID MARKO DWAYNE

He’s lived a long time, done many things, but this is new for him

He doesn’t experience new things often anymore

So he’s super fucking stoked when he catches your scent on the boardwalk

Even though the other 3 seem on edge about a werewolf on their turf, Paul immediately tries to find you

He only gets even happier when he realizes your his mate

He literally tramples ppl in his path on the way to you

Comes up to you and very excitedly introduces himself, unaware that you seem kind of scared to have a vampire so close

Not scared of him, but werewolves are told stories about vamps killing them on sight since they’re pups

Vampires are told the same things about werewolves when they turn

Neither side actually does it unless they think the other will

But Paul seems nice enough, and there’s so many ppl nearby that you feel comfortable saying hello

‘Hello’ turns into hanging out together for the rest of the night and making plans to do the same tomorrow

When he shows up tomorrow, Marko is with him, trying not so subtly to figure out if you’re here to kill his boyfriend

Both a little scared of each other, Paul does most the talking until Marko determines you not a threat and loosens up

He can smell that you’ve been a lone wolf for at least 3 months

You seem nice and Paul already told him about you being one of his mates

He leaves a bit later, wanting to annoy David

Now that you’ve established trust, Paul takes you to a quiet part of the beach

You both ask each other questions about what it’s like being your respective supernatural beings

You tell him about how you left your pack bc it felt too serious and stressful

Now you’ve been traveling town to town for almost 6 months trying to figure out life

Paul, w/o asking permission, offers for you to stay at the cave

You say as long as Marko and the others would allow it you’d love to

Paul snatches you up and takes you to David and Dwayne begging them to let you stay

After a bit David agrees bc like Marko, he can tell you’re a loner

He also knows you’re not an alpha so he doesn’t have to worry about that

You and Paul start dating very quickly and life is good

You use your advanced smell to help him pick ppl who nobody would miss or ppl who just suck in general

On full moons you get hyper and, let’s say more excited, so you and Paul go run around in the woods and have fun

You don’t fully transform on full moons, but it’s enough that Paul eats the ppl who spot you those nights

You have dog-like tendencies, but Paul himself is basically a puppy so it matches

Human form is less comfortable for you, so during the day you hang around the cave in full wolf form

One day you fell asleep like that long enough for the boys to wake up and find you

Paul thinks it’s awesome

After the other boys tease you for a bit, mostly David and Marko Paul ask if you can cuddle like that

It’s his new favorite activity on nights in

He loves dogs

Dogs don’t love vampires

So it’s nice to pretend he can have one for at least a small moment

He figured out that getting pet feels very calming

Even when you’re in human form

He uses this to get you to relax after fighting with David

Tbf David deserved the anger

He bought you a collar the little shit

Paul, sometime the other boys too, will howl at the moon with you

I mean they already do it on the motorcycles

Speaking of, paul teaches you to ride a bike if you don’t already know

You prefer riding with him tho

Occasionally you’ll curl up in his lap and try to ride as a wolf

This stopped when you went flying off once

You were ok bc of super healing, but it still scared the shit out of him when he heard you yelp and whimper in pain

“Sorry sugar, but the last time we did it you got hurt, and those aren’t the kind of whimpers I like to hear.”

Eventually the topic of aging comes up

Neither of you know what to do

You don’t even know if it’s possible for a were-vamp hybrid could exist

One day Dwayne comes rushing out of his nest with a book on werewolves

He showed you a page talking about if you did a very specific set of rituals and trials then you’d, as the book said, “exist for as long as the moon exist”

It was a hard couple of months

Eventually you finish all the rituals

Ta Da! Immortal wolf boyfriend for Paul!

With that solved, all you two have to worry about now is loving eachother and being a family with the others

You end up saving all the boys lives a few years later in 1987 when you heard the frog brothers coming into the cave

You went all hound of hell and chased them outside, where you told them about max

They left w/o killing the boys

Michael, Star, and laddie got to live human lives

The boys were a little pissed you ratted out Max at first, but only bc of the sire bond

After he was dead they didn’t care bc, well, they didn’t even like him

Paul was sure to show you in many, many ways just how thankful he was for being saved

#tlb #the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul tlb #tlb paul #paul the lost boys #vampire movies #horror #vampire #werewolf #Paul tlb headcanons #80s horror #glb tlb

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jakexneytiri · 7 days

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pooksters i need help i have an au stuck in my head and i physically cannot get it out like its running around in my brain and i failed my math test because of it 😭😭

So basically imagine being Jake's girlfriend back on Earth and he has those days where he just refuses to believe that you actually love him. He doesn't understand that you love him no matter what, and it hurts you to see him hate himself. So, when he gets called to Pandora, you go with him. You have no experience with battle, and especially not otherworldly combat. But you couldn't bear the thought of him dying on Pandora and you not being there. There was also a twinge of fear he would find someone else.

So you go with him. Everything canon happens (except for him falling for neytiri) and he gets his soul transferred to his avatar body. You decide to live as one of the People with him, so you do it as well.

You two live happily ever after la la la 🎶 but you miss how creative you were as a human. So you start writing songs, especially love songs for Jake. You decide to sing them to the other Na'vi for many reasons. The children love the melodies and lyrics, and it helps the People to learn English.

(for this ima use the song 'Lover' by Taylor Swift shush)

The first song you sing to them is a song you wrote called 'Lover' and Jake walks in on you singing it to the children of the clan. You're holding a stick to imitate a microphone, and you're giving them a little performance.

Jake sits down with the children and watches you until you're done. The children are loving it and squealing for more.

"Who's that about?" he chuckles after the children calm. "You. I don't know who could ever have me lovestruck like you, Jake Sully." You giggle.

-🤍tortured poet anon

YOU FAILED YOUR MATH TEST BC OF IT?? wait did you write it or

#🤍 tortured poet anon <3

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executethyself35 · 20 days

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10, 13, 26 of the oc asks for as many of them as you can find an answer for maybe perhaps?

LWNWNFLWKFNKA,M THANK YOU SO MONTY (yes ik i'm supposed to be on hiatus, but i can come out and go back in, i need to feed the people who want to be fed)

10. What lie do they most frequently remembering telling? Does it haunt them?

B: She lies about how much she misses Cuba, she says she barely misses it, but in reality some nights that's all she dreams about. Her childhood there, what her life would've been if her mother didn't move them when she was little. Let's just say, she misses it alot.

Zippo: That she didn't remember anything about the reason her family left Russia, she was two why would she remember? But she has one of those memories that have been formed over the years of being told the event that truly caused them to leave. The lie doesn't haunt her as much as the memory does.

Ollie: That she was happy in her relationship with Roland, even though anybody with a pair of eyes could see that was a lie. And the only reason it haunts her is because she had to see Eugene's face fall into a frown upon hearing that (he knew she was lying but didn't want to press any further into it)

Torrie: That she sometimes resents her mother for baring her. She always thinks about what her mother could've done with her life if she didn't decide to runaway and get married with a baby.

Marselle: That her ex didn't screw her up as badly as she did. Baby girl's ex was a bitch and treated her horribly, but Marselle still somewhat loves her, not very much but it's still there, and she doesn't want people to know how badly she hurt her.

Eliza: WHAT LIE DOESN'T HAUNT HER?? No but honestly, there's so many to choose from, which one do you want?? Her lying about how she doesn't hate her father as much as her mother?? Her lying and saying that if given the opportunity she wouldn't violently kill her mother?? (that's the one that truly haunts her bc it makes her believe she's capable of what her mother has done)

Mary: That she never wanted to see her father's grave again, it haunts her bc she does but she doesn't also, and what kind of daughter doesn't want to visit her fathers grave.

Julia: That she doesn't mind her birth father. In all actuality if he were to fall off a cliff and die, she wouldn't really care, that quite frankly terrifies her that she thinks that.

Allie: That her experience in the military has been great. She wanted a full combat position but they chose not to give her one since she's a woman. It pisses her off to no end.

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

B: She thinks she looks the best in dark blue, and she does. It compliments her skin.

Zippo: Brown, and she does look good in brown.

Ollie: Cream, she believes it compliments her skin and it does.

Torrie: Even though green is her favorite color, the colors she think she looks best in are black and white, or just a slew of random colors, they all look good.

Marselle: Beige! It's her favorite color so of course she thinks she looks good in it. p.s. she does.

Eliza: red and black, and omfg she does look amazing in those colors.

Mary: green and black, but also mostly darker earth tones, she likes how they compliment her hair, and she does look good in them

Julia: any kind of blue! She looks great in them!

Allie: earth tones, or any of wtf the 70s had going on with their color pallets, she looks great in them

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

B: walking or train!! Sometimes by car, but that's only if she really needs to

Zippo: sadly car, that's the only way she really gets around, she walks sometimes tho

Ollie: trollies!! She doesn't mind cars, but she just prefers trollies, she likes to look at the scenery and the atmosphere

Torrie: another car girly, she'll take the the train but only if necessary

Marselle: saldy she grew up with cars, but her next choice for some strange reason is boats don't ask why, it's just boats

Eliza: even though she grew up around cars, she prefers trains and the like, if it doesn't give her a reason to be alone she wants it

Mary: she likes walking everywhere, yea she'll use a car if necessary, but she mostly walks, but she has to be careful because she can get into her head and it's not fun

Julia: a car girl once again, but she's not opposed to trains, she loves them!

Allie : hear me out, tractors. You can drive them around and get around with them. But in all seriousness, she would get around with them or by horse, but she's a realist and knows she need to use a car

#I apologize for it being late #oc shit #alexi rambles

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my-johnlockficrecs · 2 years

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in honour of "hired gun" making a reappearance on my dash, do you (or any of your followers) have any more fic recs with themes like being on a mission/being badass/on the run/undercover/mercenary? the darker and grittier the better!!

hi anon! first, the fic you mentioned: hired gun by @simplyclockwork (232k, E)

After faking his suicide in response to allegations of fraud, two years into dismantling Moriarty's network finds Sherlock Holmes in Morocco. Nearing the end of his mission, he is apprehended by a man with the mercy of a doctor, the control of a soldier, and the brutality of a mercenary.

Through capture, betrayal, and unexpected danger, both Sherlock and John Watson, gun-for-hire, will have to learn who can really be trusted.

a fantastic fic and such a tense ride! i read this one as it updated and whew, what an experience. @kettykika78 did some fantastic art for that fic, with a very sexy john watson, which is perhaps what crossed your dash as well, anon!

as for your ask, ahh there are quite a few fics like that! i sat on this list for a bit just so i could put together as many fics fitting the theme as i could remember. i’m certain i’ve still missed out on quite a few, so if anyone else has suggestions, please add on!

i literally just finished a fic where john and sherlock have to go to a safe house in scotland bc moriarty has resurfaced, except it wasn’t actually “moriarty” as they knew him but for the life of me i can’t find it snfjsj. it’s not even in my ao3 history?? UGH

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (6k, E)

For cccahill18, based on their prompt for johnlockchallenges Valentine's Day Exchange: Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors. Requested genres: AU, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Sherlock couldn’t decide if it was the kindest or the cruelest trick his mind had ever played on him, to give him a blurry vision of John Watson standing there with haggard lines on his face, the beginnings of an absolutely disastrously scruffy beard, and a grubby knit cap shoved down over his ears. His mouth shaped around that name, the one he hadn’t allowed himself to utter aloud in two years, and it felt foreign as it scraped weakly past his lips.

“John?”

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (114k, E)

Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John?

I Will Take Care of You by SailorChibi (16k, teen)

Two years after Sherlock's death, John comes to find him on the sofa. Wounded and ill, Sherlock is convinced he's hallucinating and refuses to share any details about Moran or the fact that Mycroft has been compromised. That doesn't stop John from stepping up and taking care of the last of Moriarty's web, BAMF-style.

26 Pieces by Lanning (28k, E)

Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

Impossible to Feign by achray (49k, M)

Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.

“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

Extraction by holmesian_love (28k, unrated)

After Reichenbach, during his hunt to overcome Moriarty's network, Sherlock is captured and tortured, in Serbia.

While Mycroft spends a month working overtime to find his brother, with agents reporting back and an extraction team in place, John's world is turned upside down, after a surprise delivery shakes his foundations. He is forced back into the world of Sherlock Holmes, completely unprepared to face the consulting detective.

The extraction is only the beginning for these three men as they face the consequences of past actions.

Against the Rest of the World by @silentauroriamthereal (151k, E)

Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns. Post-Reichenbach.

Running Obliquely by @raina-at (4k, M)

Sherlock just wanted John to know that he isn't dead.

It doesn't go as he expected.

That's mostly a good thing.

The Other One by PurpleHydrangeas (80k, G)

Sherlock Holmes isn't anybody's fool. In fact, she's regularly six steps ahead of Mycroft. That is, until his meddling knocks her through a loop, and before she knows it, she's adding a wing to her Mind Palace to house a not-so-aged Army Doctor. John Watson doesn't know what to make of this mad genius with blue eyes, but he knows working for Mycroft Holmes is, within the span of 24 hours, the biggest mistake of his life.

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by @blueink3 (55k, M)

“Oh come, John. Could be fun,” Mycroft taunts, accompanied by an eyebrow arch he’s gotten far too good at. “Besides, it’s not as if it’s your first time pretending to be a couple.”

Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

Turned series by @therealsaintscully (107k, 2 works, incomplete)

‘Turncoat: a person who deserts one party or cause in order to join an opposing one.’

⇆

Moriarty’s message never gets broadcast, the plane taking Sherlock away doesn't come back.

As rumours begin to swirl about a British POW found alive in Gaza ten months later, Mycroft shows up at John’s surgery with some good news: Sherlock is alive, and he's coming back.

⇆

Inspired by ‘Homeland’ and ‘Prisoners of War’, ‘Turned‘ re-examines everything we thought we knew about Sherlock since the day of his fall and his time away during his great hiatus.

#i just know there are more fics i could have listed #but my memory is simply not that good and i haven’t been cataloguing the fics i’ve read from the start 🥲#i hope you find something new to read anon!#if anyone has any recs to give feel free #johnlock fic recs #johnlock fics #johnlock fic rec #my johnlock fic recs #mine #asked and answered

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